Fortunately, it didn't hurt the muscles and bones, but it was twisted a little harder, and it was slightly red and swollen.

Su Zhinian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head sideways and looked at Cheng Qinglian, who was standing aside, he was just about to speak, when he thought of what Song Qingchun had just said to himself, "This has nothing to do with Miss Cheng, I didn't pay attention to it", and then he was silent for a moment, and changed his tone in his heart before he spoke: "Did you buy safflower oil?" ”

"I've asked the waiter to buy it." Cheng Qinglian hurriedly replied, paused, and said, "I'll go and see, it should be almost there." ”

Su Zhinian didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly.

As Cheng Qingliang said, she had just opened the door of the box, and the waiter who went to buy safflower oil had already arrived at the door.

Cheng Qinglian took it, said thank you, walked to Su Zhinian's side, and handed it over.

When Su Zhinian raised his hand to take it, the corner of his eye happened to glance at the dining table, he paused slightly, then turned his head to the food on the dining table that had barely moved, then raised his hand, touched the plate, it had become cold, his eyebrows frowned, and he asked Song Qingchun: "Why didn't you move for dinner?" ”

When Su Zhinian touched the plate, her arm just slid over Song Qingchun's cheek, and all kinds of perfume smells drilled into her nose, her eyebrows frowned slightly, her mood became more depressed, don't start, gave Su Zhinian a back of her head, and still didn't speak.

Su Zhinian waited patiently for a moment, seeing that she was still silent, without any displeasure, but her eyes fell on Cheng Qinglian's body.

Cheng Qingliang immediately reported everything he knew, 1510: "Miss Song has been in a bad mood tonight, and after the food came up, she didn't move her chopsticks much......

With Cheng Qinglian's words, Su Zhinian felt a burst of discomfort in his heart, he paused when he twisted the cap of the safflower oil bottle, and then suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted Cheng Qinglian's words: "You go and call the waiter, remove all these cold dishes, and then replace them with new ones." ”

Cheng Qingliang: "Yes, Mr. Su." ”

Su Zhinian saw the freshly squeezed orange juice with ice cubes on the table, thought about it, and added: "Don't add ice to the freshly squeezed orange juice." ”

"Yes." After Cheng Qingliang finished replying, seeing that Su Zhinian had nothing else to say, he walked out of the box to inform the waiter.

A table of barely touched meals was quickly ripped off by the waiter.

The box was quiet again, Cheng Qinglian closed the door, and happened to see Su Zhinian pouring safflower oil into the palm of her hand, she thought of Mr. Li, so she asked: "Mr. Su, has the contract over there been signed by Mr. Li?" ”

As soon as Cheng Qingliang reminded him, Su Zhinian suddenly remembered that Mr. Li was still thrown into the pile of girls upstairs by himself.

Su Zhinian glanced at Song Qingchun, almost didn't think too much about the gains and losses and choices, and explained to Cheng Qinglian: "Mr. Li is still upstairs, you go over to his side to appease him." ”

"But Mr. Su, if I go, Mr. Li may not be willing to sign the contract......"

Song Qingchun was obviously still sullen, she was injured under his eyelids, where did he still have the heart to take care of the one upstairs?

Before Cheng Qinglian's next words were finished, Su Zhinian interrupted her lukewarmly: "If you can't sign it, you won't sign it." ”

PS: Is it really good to be such a pet with no lower limit? 233333~